Man. I took Boodah to multiple concerts, movies, and anywhere I possibly could. He was so well behaved that when I took him to Santa Fe Brewery to see Atmosphere, Brother Ali, and Dem Atlas, that Boodah refused to pee on the tree inside the outdoor venue. Nah seriously. He waited until we got out the gate and peed on the fence post.

Shit.

Well, it’s that time of year again…the end of it. 2021 has caused a lot of fuckin’ grief for everybody that I’ve shared conversations. I honestly don’t know anyone that didn’t have a shit time of it.

So, let’s have it out.

How does it feel to know the world will continue living after we die? How does it feel to know we will never know the future? How does it feel to inhabit the same vessel and cope with the reality of never being able to revisit your memories?

These days, I wish I had kept up with that.

But going to concerts is more than listening to music. It’s so much more than that. Many things should be experienced first hand because words fail to capture the full experience. And this is not for naught, but rather everyone picks up on different parts of the experience.

Shut the fuck up. Get your shot. Or don’t. But stop spewing ignorant shit and claiming self virtue.